Qi Qi

Hearing the sound, Mo Qi stood up and opened the door. Mo Yu locked the door behind his back, worried.

After leaving the inn, the two of them walked straight towards East Street, with Mo Qi leading the way. They soon passed through half of the town and stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

The courtyard gate is very broken, with many holes broken in the two wooden doors. Looking in through the holes, I found that the house is only three thatched houses, and the earthen courtyard is pitted and barren.

"Brother, this is exactly where it is." Mo Qi pointed at the door and turned around.

Mo Yu's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward and knocked on the door with his hand.

"Boom, boom, boom"

"Who?"

A dull voice came from the courtyard, and then there was a rush of footsteps. After a few breaths, the courtyard door opened from the inside, revealing a middle-aged man with an average appearance.

"Is it you?"

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Qi in surprise and recognized the young man who came in the morning. He wondered why he came again and brought another young man with him.

"Sorry," Mo Yu clasped his hands and clasped his fists, and explained his purpose of coming in a warm voice: "The two of us have no ill intentions, we just have some clues about your father's body, so we wanted to come and find out more and see if we can do our best."

The middle-aged man's name was Wang Yu. He was initially wary of Mo Yu carrying a sword on his back, but after hearing Mo Yu's words, he became extremely excited and grabbed Mo Yu's arm.

"What you said is true. Is there really a way to cure my father?"

Mo Qi looked at Mo Yu with confusion, when did the elder brother know how to treat patients and save people?

Under the gazes of two different eyes, Mo Yu raised his lips indifferently, pushed away Wang Yu's arm and said: "I cannot cure your father's illness, but the cause of his current appearance can be traced."

Hearing that he was just helping to track down the cause of the incident, Wang Yudun looked disappointed and shook his head bitterly: "So what if we find out, what if we can't find out? We are just common people. Revenge is nothing more than a dream and is out of reach."

Turning sideways, Wang Yu led the two of them into the courtyard, entering the thatched cottage in the middle.

The furnishings in the house are rudimentary, with the exception of an earthen bed, a red table with peeling paint, and a few straw rattan stools, with few other decent household items.

"There's nothing good about entertaining people in this humble house, so it made you two laugh." Wang Yu picked up the teapot, poured some tea, and handed it over.

The two stood up and took it, Mo Yu took a sip, still brought up the topic before, and looked at Wang Yu solemnly: "Uncle Wang, there is nothing better than self-indulgence. I am not asking you to seek revenge in tracing the cause of the matter, but I am just thinking about your father's situation a hundred years from now.

As a son of man, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Wang Yu's face was tangled and he moved slightly.

Seeing this, Mo Yu increased his persuasiveness: "My body is affected by my parents, and now my father is suffering from mental and physical pain. Even if you can't cure him, you should still understand his experience. Why did he go out and suffer?"

What treatment was given and who caused it? Are you indifferent to all this?"

Wang Yu looked painful, scratched his head and closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell rapidly with his breathing. It was obvious that he felt something about Mo Yu's words.

Mo Qi looked admiring his eldest brother. He had spent a lot of effort in the morning to get Wang Yu's permission to go in and take a look at his father's condition.

Now, after my elder brother's persuasion, I can go in and observe the situation, and the results are self-evident.

Finally, Wang Yu's eyes became firm and he stared straight at Mo Yu: "I can promise you, but how can you prove that you don't have ulterior motives?"

Mo Yu had already thought about this and had a high opinion of Wang Yu. Although this person had no education, he was not stupid and knew how to advance and retreat appropriately.

After clearing his throat, Mo Yu looked back at each other and asked: "If I had harbored thoughts about him, I would have come three years ago. Now that your father looks like this, what advantage is there for me to covet?"

"Yes, Uncle Wang, the two of us are just curious about Beiwu Forest. We heard that your father has been there, so we dropped by."

Mo Qi took the opportunity to explain.

After listening to the two people's words, Wang Yu looked embarrassed. He felt that what he had just said was unnecessary, so he immediately apologized, and then said with a troubled face: "My father has just gone to bed, why don't you come back in the afternoon?"

Mo Qi had previously said that Wang Yu's family was poor and had only one egg-laying hen to entertain guests. Now Mo Yu had a deep understanding and was deeply touched.

Not daring to stay any longer, the two of them stood up to say goodbye, and Wang Yu kept walking out of the gate.

Before returning to the inn, the two of them went to a nearby noodle shop for lunch. It was still early after dinner, so they decided to go to Dongjie Fang Market for a stroll.

Fangshi is worthy of being a prosperous place in the town. Even before entering the city, it is already bustling with people.

To prevent others from causing trouble, there were guards at the gate of Fangshi, and there were patrolling soldiers inside to maintain order. The two of them squeezed in while the soldiers came over.

Upon entering, you will be dazzled by all kinds of businesses, including those selling clothing, selling jewelry, selling food, selling headdresses, selling weapons, selling medicinal herbs...

At every stall, people stopped to watch, bargain, and browse.

Mo Yu led Mo Qiuzhu for a stroll, firstly to kill time, and secondly to increase his knowledge.

After visiting six stalls, he bought some daily necessities and dry goods for food. He planned to send these to Wang Yu, to help the urgent rather than the poor, that's exactly what happened.

When passing by a stall selling grain seeds, I thought that Wang Yuruo would be able to cultivate a vegetable garden by removing weeds in the yard, so I bought a few kinds without much hesitation.

With this in mind, they walked around the market and bought a lot of miscellaneous things. The two of them couldn't carry them, so they had to hire a wooden cart to pull them.

Knocking on the door again, Wang Yu appeared with a tired face. Needless to say, he must have been tortured by his crazy old father.

When he saw a lot of things behind the two of them, Wang Yu swept away his gloom and waved his hands in panic to refuse: "No, no, no reward for no merit, how can I accept this?"

"It doesn't matter. I can't help but don't refuse, Uncle Wang."

Mo Yu pushed Wang Yu away and directed the driver to move the things into the courtyard. He turned to Wang Yu, who was still at a loss and called out: "Which room should I put it in?"

Wang Yu didn't answer, shook his head and sighed.

Mo Qi and the coachman frowned and looked at Mo Yu. Mo Yu had a thought and made his own decision: "I think I'll put it in the room on the far right."

"No," Wang Yu's expression changed drastically, he hurried over to block the three of them, and whispered: "My father lives in that house, so don't disturb him."

With that said, Mo Yu knew what was going on and directly led the driver to move the things to the room on the far left.

Seeing that the matter was not up to him, Wang Yu could only sigh and help. The four of them worked together and moved everything clean in a short time.

Mo Yu had already paid the driver, so he left after moving. Wang Yu felt uneasy and turned his attention to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu did not jump into the topic in a hurry, but first introduced the things he bought one by one, how to use each thing, and put forward all the ideas of reclaiming the yard.

After Wang Yu calmed down and no longer blamed himself for what he had suffered, Mo Yu then expressed his thoughts: "Uncle Wang, is it convenient now?"

Wang Yu naturally understood what Mo Yu said, hesitated for a moment, and led the two of them to the thatched cottage on the far right.

The house was opened, and the furnishings inside were simple but neat, including pots, pans, tables, chairs, and benches. There were two sets of bedding on the Tukang, one new and one old, the new one thicker and the old one thinner.

At this moment, a man with a deep head was sitting on a new bedding, wearing a shabby cotton jacket. His limbs were tied with cotton ropes, and the other end of the cotton ropes was fixed to four wooden wedges at the head and corners of the kang.

"Abba~"

Wang Yu's eyes were filled with sadness, and he softly called to the person on the kang. Mo Yu and Mo Qi held their breaths, silently waiting for the other person to raise his head.

There was no response, the room was silent, and the royal father did not make any move.

Seeing this, Wang Yu nodded lightly to the two of them, then walked over slowly, with his butt slightly touching the edge of the kang, and put his hand on his father's back, caressing him up and down: "Dad, Yu'er is here to see you."

"Son~"

Finally, the man on the kang murmured in a hoarse voice, slowly raised his head, revealing an old face with wrinkled skin and a dull look on both sides, murmuring and looking towards the roof.

Mo Yu observed this person carefully. His temples were bulging, his palms were wide and thick, his knuckles were thick, and he was shaking his head and showing traces of muscles.

These are just appearances. Any practitioner can achieve it. You can't judge anything. The specifics need to be closer to each other.

While Wang Yu coaxed his father, he waved to Mo Yu and Mo Yu.

The two refreshed themselves and approached quietly.

The first thing Mo Yu saw was Wang's father's hands and feet. It was rumored that his meridians were all severed, so he had to confirm it.

Wang's father is currently calm and has no signs of going crazy. It's just that his hands and feet are not honest, waving his hands now and kicking his legs now, which makes Wang Yu very busy.

However, this was exactly what Mo Yu wanted, and he could see clearly the prince's father's limbs without any trouble.

The hands and feet are white and clean, without any traces of swords. The tendons and hamstrings were not severed by foreign objects!

If you look carefully, you will see that there are deep depressions in the wrists and ankles. When the king's father moves, his hands and feet are not coordinated with his body. They are driven by the inertia of his arms and legs.

Mo Yu's heart was heavy. There was only one explanation for Wang's father's situation: his meridians were completely shattered, and there was no possibility of recovery!

He gave Wang Yu a cryptic look, indicating whether he could take the next step.

Wang Yu received the hint and couldn't bear to look at his father, then gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Mo Yu suddenly thrust out his right hand and tapped Wang Fu's chest twice, sealing his acupoints.

"Young hero?" Wang Yu was horrified and confused.

Mo Yu frowned and made a silent gesture towards Wang Yu, then looked at Wang's father, who was as sluggish as ever, drooling.

"Old man, do you know about Beiwu Forest?" Mo Yu whispered softly.

Wang Yu and Mo Qi looked at Wang Fu expectantly.

"north……"

If a stone is thrown into a clear pool, the king's father's eyes gradually change, from dullness to confusion, and then to fear. His expression is momentarily uncontrollable, and he screams strangely.

The acupuncture points were sealed, so I could only shake my head from side to side, bared my teeth and shouted: "Ghost...Ghost!...Go...escape...Yu'er..."

"Dad, Yu'er is here, don't be afraid, Yu'er is here!"

Hearing his father's call, Wang Yu burst into tears and echoed. Normally his father would go crazy, but never like this. He felt unfilial at the moment. What kind of treatment did his father go through to be like this? His desire for the truth in his heart was unprecedented.

Mo Yu frowned as he listened to Wang's father's crazy words, trying hard to filter out useful words.

"Ghost... run... no... no... Er... I can't go... Yu'er... please... help..."

"Quickly... get away... spare... the ghost..."

The royal father pretended to be crazy, with his hair swaying and flying. He was so frightened that his mouth watered, and his eyes shrank in an attempt to stay away from the three of them.

Wang Yu looked at Mo Yu with pleading eyes, and Mo Qi couldn't bear to turn his head away.
Chapter completed!